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Chapter 3

*ANA POV*

"Wake up, mommy. Wake up." I hear Christian speak in his 'Daddy voice'.

I open one eye and peak up at him. He's sitting beside me on the bed, cradling a bathed Theodore on his lap, in a red onesie with "Mama's boy" in front. Somehow, that's a statement I couldn't deny.

Christian takes Teddy's hand and starts stroking my face. "Happy Birthday Mommy."

I take his pudgy little fingers and kiss it one by one. "Good morning Mama's boy. Thank you. "

Christian tilts Teddy towards me. I sit up and take him from Christian. I inhale my baby's sweet scent. He smells of baby wash and natural baby aroma.

"Happy Birthday, baby." Christian kisses me on the cheek. He then grabs a red box on top of the side table.

What is this? It must another piece of jewellery from my dear sweet husband.

"Open it." He whispers. He takes Teddy from me and puts him on his lap.

I open the box and find paper inside.

To the woman who has given me the world..

I love you.

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Tears started to flow my eyes. I cover my mouth to hide my sobs and start wiping my tears.

"Christian. I love you too." I look at Christian who uses the back of his free hand to wipe my tears. Using the same hand, he takes Teddy's and does the same to my tear stained cheek.

"You are my everything Ana. You have given me the best kind of life and love. You have given me this little boy." His eyes starts to water and I can sense his holding back his tears as he kisses Teddy's hair. "God, you are an amazing woman, Anastasia. I love you so so much." He envelopes me into a hug, with Teddy's back against his. "This is my family, the best thing that ever happened to me. All thanks to you, Ana. Thank you." Christian now lets his tears flow freely. He lets go of me and wipes his eyes with his t-shirt. I stroke his face and gaze at him lovingly, my eyes still draining tears of happiness. This beautiful man who owns my heart loves me, and I him. I glance down at my son who is staring up at me, clueless as to the onslaught of waterworks from his parents no doubt.

"You haven't even seen what's inside, Mrs. Grey."

Underneath the letter was a little black thing which I cannot identify, enclosed by a cushion. I take it in my hands and eye it closely. I think it's a microchip.

"It is a microSD... if that's what you're thinking." Woah. I sometimes think that Christian can read my mind. I look at him quizzically. A microSD? What is this for?

He smirks at me, takes the microSD from my hand and places Teddy in my arms.

"I'll be back." He kisses my forehead, and turns to leave.

"What's your daddy up to, Teddy bear?" I nuzzle him, making him babble incoherently and exhibit his megawatt gummy smile. "Oh my sweet boy is smiling for me." I nuzzle him again.

Five minutes later, Christian returns to the room with his Macbook in hand. He places the laptop near the foot and the bed, and resumes his place beside me.

"Inside that was my surprise for you." He eyes me lovingly.

"Christian, I will chop little big daddy down there if this is our..." I put my hands on Teddy's ears. "Sex video," I mouth to him.

He laughs. "Ana, really? I may be a dirty man but I wouldn't take that road. Especially with you."

He raises both of his eyebrows and gives me a peck on the lips. He turns to the laptop and clicks on a few buttons. Returning to my side, he pulls Teddy and I closer as the video starts to play.

Judging from the 'yellow-orange-ish' resolution of this video, this must be taken during the technologically-challenged days. The video now shows a dining area of a house. Circular wooden table with four chairs, wooden floors and flowered wallpapers. The camera must've been placed on the kitchen counter top across the dining area.

"Hi. Helloooo. Hellooooo!" We hear a voice, it is of a man whom I hardly know I presume, since his voice isn't familiar to me at all. This man must be the one operating behind the camera. "This is some high tech shit." My subconscious rolls her eyes. How medieval... I bet his videocamera was as big as a shoebox. He seems to be pushing a few buttons on the camera he was using as the video suddenly zooms in, and out, in and out, then finally steadies.

"Hey Carla! Come'ere baby!"

Carla?

This Carla woman suddenly barges through the dining room, waddling..

Wait, waddling? She stands near the table, directly across where the camera was placed. She is definitely heavily pregnant. I look closer... Holy hell, it can't be!

"What is that, Frank? Another toy of yours?"

Frank? Carla? Frank and Carla? My biological father and my mother?

My mouth falls open. I am stunned. I look to Christian who was looking intently at the video. He must've felt my shock as he turns to me and takes Teddy from my arms.

"Watch," Christian says.

I turn my attention back to the video. Tears once again start to trickle.

"That she is," Christian says.

I couldn't hold back my tears. I am now sobbing uncontrollably. Christian squeezes my hand. I rest on his shoulders while keeping my eyes on the screen.

I giggle.

"Isn't she a beauty? I got this from a discount store in town. This is the new baby in video technology." Frank adjusts the camera's lenses, zooming closer to my heavily pregnant mother.

She rolls her eyes at him and crosses her arms. It's a family trait I see...

"Well, say hi to camera beautiful!"

My mom giggles and waves to camera. She turns to her sides, revealing her protruding stomach, and puts her hands over it. "My baby's saying hi too!"

"This is our baby's first video. Not even born and already on video. Our dear baby is a star." Frank says. I can hear him giggle.

"You know our baby might see this one day, Carla. Talk to her."

Carla laughs. "To my stomach? She must be thinking how silly we both are."

"She'll realize how cool her parents are. She might just show this to her children too."

He got that right. Though I don't think he cares that much yet.

Carla continues to giggle. She caresses her stomach and starts to hum.

"Say something to her. Say something to Anastasia, Carla."

Anastasia! He said my name.

Carla looks at Frank as if he's joking.

"Go on, mommy."

Carla clears her throat. "Okay." She looks down at her bump.

"Louder, Carla.."

"Okay!" She glares jokingly at Frank then back to her bump. "Anastasia, hello dear. I know, daddy's crazy." She looks at Frank again and giggles. "But that's how Daddies and mommies are, baby girl. He gave you your name... No matter how crazy he is, remember that."

"After I saw it on a milk carton, Anastasia" Frank inserts.

Milk carton eh? I bet it was taken from one of those "Missing" pictures. I'd be damned if this Anastasia person was "Wanted."

"Way to ruin a moment, Frank!" Carla chides. "Anyway, Anastasia... I still can't believe I'm taking to a bump." She rolls her eyes. "But when you're ready to come out, please don't be too painful for mommy, okay dear? I'm even lucky you're a girl."

"Why?"

"Because it's the male ones that are usually are more painful. Oh come on Frank! Didn't your mom tell you that?" She's now tapping her feet and looking at my dad.

"It's not true. Urban legend."

Well it's true Frank – I mean dad. Dad. Man I should've watched this video before getting knocked up by Fifty.

"Continue," Frank says.

"I've said my piece, it's your turn," Carla replies. "Come here! You know our baby might see this when she's quite old and she'll wonder about the young man beneath your wrinkly face. Come on Frank."

"I will not be wrinkly when I get old. I have enough of you every night to keep me young."

Mom blushes and giggles.

"That you do big boy..."

Is it wrong to feel so bittersweet, in tears and disgusted at the same time? Seriously, what is it with the women in my family and our affinity for men who like perverted remarks?

"Your dad's pretty smooth." Christian smirks. I roll my eyes at him.

"Do I look good for video, Carla?"

"You always do! Now come here!" My mom bites her lip, and holds her hand out to my dad.

I cannot wait to see my dad. I've seen him in pictures, but he was never animated.

He stands beside my mom and puts her arms around her. She's only levelled with his chest.

I stare at him: Tall, brunette, with striking blue eyes. He was 6'3 according to my mother, though her judgement can sometimes be spun by a degree of exaggeration. He was very muscular, just like Christian.

He is waving his hands at the video with a full on smile.

I wave back at him. "Hi Daddy," I say breathlessly. My tears are now falling faster.

Christian pauses the video with my dad still waving. "Want to say something to your dad?" He asks.

I nod. I force myself to stop sobbing. I touch the laptop screen, as if caressing my dad's face.

"Hi daddy. I'm a big girl now. I just turned 23 today. I'm married too. Surprise!" I raise my left hand up to where my dad was staring at. I put my hand down and put it on my lap. I look down and by gravity, my tears fell unto the bed. "Mom took good care of me. So did Ray. Ray is my other daddy. He loves me like his own." I look back at the screen again. "I married a good man daddy. His name is Christian Grey. I'm Mrs. Grey now!" I giggle in between tears. "I really got lucky with him, dad. We have a son too!" Christian takes Teddy's hand as waves to the screen. "His name is Theodore dad. He's my little angel." I take a sharp intake of breath. "I miss you, daddy. I didn't even know you, yet here I am missing you. I know you've been watching over me. Thank you for taking care of me while I was inside mommy. Thank you for loving my mommy, daddy. She seems really happy with Bob now. Sometimes I wish I met you, or even had a memory of you.. but I don't. Knowing how much you loved my mommy is enough for me." By now I feel like I can't go on. I'm choking on my tears. Christian takes my hand in his.

"Shall we continue this?" Christian asks. I nod. "Just tell me if you want to stop. Okay, baby?" I nod again.

Christian clicks on the play button again.

"So you won't say anything?" Carla asks.

Frank shakes his head. He suddenly kneels infront of my mom and kisses her stomach.

My mom leans down and kisses him.

Then the video stops.

"I had to cut the part after that," Christian says.

I raise an eyebrow.

"They were making the first ever homemade sex tape."

I laugh. I sure did not need to see that. That would've scarred me for life.

"There's more. Look!" I turn my attention again to the laptop...

A video of the hospital room where I stayed in after giving birth to Teddy emerged.

From what I remember, that room was a suite: a living room adjacent to the open bedroom with a flat panel HD tv, a kitchen and dining area, a bathroom with a separate shower and tub, the almost queen size hospital bed, and of'course a crib.

The camera is now capturing the entire view of the room. I really don't recall anyone taking a video. My bed comes into view. I am sleeping on the bed with Christian sitting on it, caressing my face and continuously me.

The post-CS look is even worse than having "just got fucked" hair, unless of course you gave birth to Christian's baby which was there because of having been fucked by Christian.

My eyes suddenly open when Christian reaches my lips, I welcome his tongue and kiss him back. We stop and he continues to caress my cheeks, our foreheads touching.

How come I remember so little of this moment?

I can hear giggling in the background. It was probably the person holding this camera.

"This is you giving birth Ana. Now you know how 17 hours of labor feels like..." Says a voice from behind the camera whom I immediately identify as my mom.

"Where is the button that zooms in this thing? Bob should've lent me the manual," she whispers to herself.

It seems that Christian and I weren't paying attention to her..

My eyes are still locked with Christian. We're both grinning now.

The camera zooms in that it now captures only the both of us, from the torso-up. Christian kisses me again, and this time I seem to really get hungry for his mouth. He stops and laughs. He mouths a "No" and shakes his head. I am pouting.

God, was I asking for sex after giving birth? My husband is such a bad influence. And I should stop pouting. I do not look cute when I pout.

"Christian, baby boy Grey might see this in the future. Tone it down a little." My mom scolds us.

"It was your daughter, Carla. This baby is her doing."

My mouth opens and I pretend to hit him. He acts as if he's hurt by my forceless slap.

"You're not getting any anytime soon, honey."

He pretends to look distraught. I grab him and kiss him hard. I stop. I hold my stomach and wince.

Of'course Anastasia, you had surgery, remember? Why didn't hospital laden Ana think of that?

"Ana! You just gave birth to a 9 pound boy. Of' course it hurts!" My mom reproaches.

"You okay, baby?" Christian asks, now touching my tummy.

It looks as though I has just remembered that a gave birth to that big of a baby. "Where is he?" I manage to ask, though my face is still scrunched up with pain.

"In the nursery. He'll be taken here as soon as he wakes up. I asked the hospital staff if the baby could stay here," Christian replies, still holding my stomach.

"I can't wait to hold my baby." This moment I remember clearly.

Christian grins. He adjusts my head and pillow, kisses me in the forehead and closes his eyes. He inhales deeply.

He's always like that when he shares something vital and very personal. He completely disregards the video recording going on.

"Theodore was amazing, Ana. He was big for a baby and very pink." He opens his eyes and I could see the glint of his proud paternal instincts. "When he came out, he was crying. Then he opened his eyes." Christian rubs his eyes, no doubt wiping his tears before they fell. "It's as if he looked at me. I was sure he looked at me. He stopped crying." Christian looked straight to me. I see his eyes water.

"He knew he was safe, because Daddy was there," I nuzzle Christian's face with mine.

"When I held him Ana, he was so lightweight and vulnerable. That moment I knew..." He brushes his hair with his hands and sighs. "I want to be in his life. I want to be the best daddy he could ever have. I want to keep him safe, to protect him, like I do with you."

I look at Christian whose attention was transferred to Teddy who was now asleep in his arms. He kisses Ted's forehead and places his cheek on his baby's forehead.

"You're the best Daddy there is, Christian." I take his free hand in mine, kiss it, and turn back our attention to the laptop.

I can hear my mom's sobs. Ugh, Carla. Always the Dramaqueen.

Three knocks on the door were heard. Mom zooms the camera out and turns the video the the living area of the suite. In came Grace, Carrick, Elliot, Kate, Mia and Ethan.

Everyone was giving their congratulations. Grace, Kate and Mia kisses me on the cheek. Carrick, Elliot and Ethan shake Christian's hand.

Grace comes over to my mom and exchanges hellos. After being pushed by Mia, Ethan takes the camera from my mom and directs the video.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Carrick asks.

"A little painful, but I'm okay. I just never thought my baby would be too big," I reply.

"I'll go get the nurse." Christian stands from the bed. I pull him back to sit beside me.

"I'm okay. Stay." I give feathery touches to his knuckles.

"I knew it was going to be a big baby, Ana. Christian has been feeding you well," Kate adds.

It's true. After the entire Jack Hyde incident, Christian got really in touch with impending fatherhood. He hired a nutritionist to plan my diet. I tried to dismiss the idea, but Christian reminded me that it isn't me who is eating anymore. I didn't gain too much pregnancy weight as it seems that Teddy ate it all.

"I talked to the nurses in the station. They said the baby would be brought here any minute any minute now," Grace spoke in her melodious tone.

My mom claps her hands in excitement. "I remember when I gave birth to Anastasia. She was such a solemn child. You wouldn't expect she'd be that quiet after tormenting me."

I roll my eyes, no doubt thinking of the '17 hour labor story'.

"So, what does the baby look like?" Mia questions enthusiastically.

"You'd be surprised," Christian answers.

"I really like Ted. One look at him and you know who has been on you." Christian simpers. "And in you." I can tell he's grinning. "Mine. All mine," he whispers seductively to my ears. I blush.

The opening of the door can be heard. Everyone looks at the door.

Ethan videotapes the entrance of the nurse carrying the baby. A roar of 'aahhhs and oohhs' can be heard all over. Everyone who is gathered at the left side of the bed makes way for the nurse. I sit up gently in anticipation. Christian wraps his left arm on my waist. He uses his free hand to put two pillows on my lap. She hands him to me and turns to leave.

"Slowly Ana," Christian says. He uses his right hand to aid my tired upper extremity.

I lay eyes on my baby. Clearly, this time. Wrapped in a baby blue sleeper is my very big Blip . He has thick copper hair and wide grey eyes. His cheeks are the rosiest I've ever seen. He must've really looked like Christian when he was a newborn. I'm still looking for a sign of my side of the family in his face but really find nothing.

Everyone around me seems to be in tears.

"He's wonderful, He's perfect," I say in a cracked voice. I kiss his forehead.

I recall the feeling of holding Teddy for the first time. It was one of the best feelings in the world.

I look at Christian who is looking lovingly at our newborn.

"Hello. It's Daddy." He kisses Teddy's forehead.

I hear a sudden wail. Ethan captures my mom crying on top of her lungs, with Kate patting her back. Grace, who was standing between mom and Carrick, also sheds tears. She lies on her husband's shoulder.

Now the video focuses back to us.

Teddy was looking around, no doubt trying to register the environment outside of my uterus. His grey eyes are shining.

"Very Christian Grey Jr.," a voice whom I identify as Mia remarks.

"At least everyone would know of his parentage." That would be Elliot, surely.

"Do you have a name for him?" Mia asks.

Christian and I look at each other.

"Why not Christian Grey junior? He's like mini-Christian anyway," Mia says.

I've tried to convince Christian to name our child his junior by he told me to perish the thought. He said his son does not deserve the life he lived. I wanted to argue with him, but wasn't in the mood for a verbal sparring session.

"It's Theodore. Theodore Raymond Grey," Christian finally speaks.

An echoes of 'awww' were heard.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful boy," Grace says.

Christian and I both stare at Teddy, transfixed by our baby's charm and our overwhelming love for him.

The video stops.

My hands are now on my mouth. I cannot find the words to say. The video of my parents & this one of my boy.

"Do you like it?" Christian asks.

I nod. "I love it. I'am lost for words." I smile sweetly at my husband. "How did you manage to get the video of my dad?"

Christian shrugs. "Long story. Remember when I flew to Atlanta for a meeting? I decided to pass by Savannah. Your mom entertained me by showing me your childhood photos."

I gawk at him. Damn my mom and her hospitality. She's smitten with her Son-in-Law, that's for sure. "So I suppose you've seen my audacious hairstyle?"

He laughs. "That and more. You never told me you used to do ballet."

"It was only for the summer. I am not that graceful!"

"I know. You were on the floor when we first met, remember?"

"I was disarmed by your goodlooks. What's a helpless girl to do?"

"I kept that highschool photo of yours in a Bikini." He raises his eyebrows playfully. "You're such a babe. If I had met you then, I would've been all over you."

"I was only 17 then you pervert!" I admonish him.

He laughs louder. "I know. I'm bringing it with me wherever I go."

I pout at him. "Christian!" I hit his arms.

"Hey! Baby asleep here, thank you." He points his mouth to Teddy.

"How did you get the video? I've never seen it. Ever."

"Like you, your mom seems to need assistance in modernized civilization. She told me she has some videos of you but she didn't know how to play the video. She says it has too many buttons for her liking." Christian giggles.

"Where is the video?" I ask.

"Well, that was the only one Barney was able to retrieve. That and what she and your dad did after."

My face scrunches in disgust. So the sexual appetite is genetic, I see.

"I didn't watch it by the way. I knew where it was going so I turned it off. It would be horrific to see your mother-in-law in those instances." Christian also seems to share my disgust. "The one of Teddy's birth was Bob's. I asked to have a copy."

Teddy starts to squirm in Christian's arms.

"That's my cue." I take my shirt off revealing nothing but skin underneath.

"Wow. Bigger. Fuller." Christian seems genuinely stunned.

I take him from Christian and he immediately latches on my nipple and suckles.

"I am so jealous of you right now!" Christian tells Teddy.

"Oh grow up, Grey." I roll my eyes at him.

"Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you're exempted from our eye rolling rule."

"We do not have an eye rolling rule. It's all made up."

He pouts at me like a schoolboy. Honestly. How old is he?

"You'll have your turn Christian. After your son." I wink at him.

His face finally lightens up. "Good! I was getting hungry too, Mommy. "

I giggle at him.

"I love you." He kisses my cheeks. "And you too, greedy boy." He kisses Teddy, then the top of my breast. "This is still a very fascinating moment."

"My breasts?"

"No." He rolls his eyes. "This." He sits partially behind me. His chin now resting over my shoulder. His left hand strokes Teddy's hair, and his right is across my back, under my armpit, and into my other breast, fondling it.

I close my eyes at the sensation he's giving me.

"The day isn't over," he says. "Laters, baby." He whispers seductively.

He stops his ministrations and pulls himself up. He takes off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous chiselled physique. His pajamas hang on his hips, like always. I can see his very defined pelvic bones signalling the way to paradise underneath. I lick my lip at the deliciousness of my husband.

"After you feed me, maybe I'll feed you too," he says, no doubt enjoying my sexual excitement.

He pulls something from behind his pajamas. It looks like film paper to me. He shows the photo to me. I immediately blush. And there it was: My photo in a blue bikini. It was after my highschool graduation where I flew to Georgia for the summer. I told my mom to destroy that photo, but I guess she didn't.

He puts the photo on his mouth and kisses it.

"While you are busy with son, I shall also get busy with this." He points at the photo. He turns and proceeds to the bathroom.

Damn Christian!

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